When the old church bell that we love so well
Swings aloft in bel­fry tall,
With a joy­ous peal, O how glad we feel!
As we hast­en to its call.

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Hark! the old church bell, in its glad chimes dwell,
Invitations sweet and clear;
Let us haste away in the ear­ly day
To the Sun­day school so dear.

Hear the old church bell, as its glad notes swell
On the bal­my morn­ing air;
Parents, teach­ers, all, at its plead­ing call,
Gather at the house of pray­er.

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Swings the old church bell, O its mea­sures tell
Invitations soft and sweet;
And our school­mates dear, as its chimes they hear
Speed to school with will­ing feet.

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Rings the old church bell, over hill and dell,
Spread afar the tune­ful peal;
Call the street waifs in, let them now be­gin
In the Sun­day school to kneel.

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